During summer vacation, I walked along several parts of the Olle Trail in Seogwipo on Jeju Island with a retired professor and two elder sisters. One of the most interesting paths was Lee Jung-seop Street, made in memory of the artist, Lee Jung-seop (1916-56). Walking every corner of his street, I could feel his passion, creativity, loneliness, longing, wandering and dedication.
Because he had stayed in a tiny room in Aljari Dongsan, now
called Lee Jung-seop Street, in Seogwipo, for about a year, many things along
the street are related to his paintings. The sidewalk blocks and sculptures are
also inscribed with some images of his creative and inspiring paintings, such
as crabs, fish, cows, birds, oranges, naked boys and a woman.
Born into a wealthy family, he dreamed of becoming a painter
when he met Lim Yong-ryeon, a drawing teacher at Osan High School. In 1936, he
went to Tokyo to study art at the Imperial Art Institute. In 1937, he entered
Bunka Gakuen, a three-year private school at the time, and started dating a
Japanese woman named Yamamoto Masako in 1939.
In 1943, he came back to Korea, and in 1945, Masako also came
to Korea. They were married in Wonsan. However, with the outbreak of the Korean
War in 1950, his family had to leave Wonsan. His family took refuge in Busan
for about a month and then fled to Seogwipo early in 1951.
Refugee life in Seogwipo was so miserable that they used to
catch crabs and fish to eat at the nearby seashore. He felt so sorry for
catching so many crabs and fish to eat that they became a subject of his
paintings. The couple was poor but most happy together. Therefore, in spite of
the hardships of refugee life, their life in Seogwipo was portrayed as an
idyllic dream and happy.
However, due to extreme poverty, his wife and two sons had to
go back to Japan in 1952. Being left alone, he worked hard and drank a lot as
well.
Thanks to his friends, he managed to get a sailor
identification card and met his family for about a week in Japan.
In the end, he died from hepatitis and malnutrition. One of
the marvelous things about him is that he kept painting despite the many
ordeals he went through in his life. Whenever he could, he tried to draw or
paint pictures. Whether in the corner of a coffee shop or on a block of wood in
a bar, he kept drawing.
He didn’t have a canvas or a sketchbook, but he had a passion
for drawing and painting. He used plywood, a sheet of paper and the tinfoil
linings of cigarette packs. He didn’t have paintbrushes; he drew with a pencil
or a nail.
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At times he did not have enough food to eat. He had no
comfortable place to stay. He was lonely and almost desperate because he couldn’t
meet his beloved family. Nevertheless, he had a passion and didn’t stop drawing
and painting. He kept painting in spite of such a miserable situation.
Pondering the brief span of his life, I think the secret of
happiness or success is passion. Passion has a double meaning: passion as
enthusiasm or zeal and passion as in the suffering and death of Jesus Christ.
This double meaning of passion has a common driving force: dedication.
Dedicated passion goes beyond obstacles and always gives us creative
inspiration.
The Korea Times/ Thoughts of the Times/ July 26 (online), 27
(offline), 2022
여름 휴가를 맞아 은퇴하신 교수님과 두 언니와 함께 제주도 서귀포
주변 올레길을 걸었다. 가장 흥미로운 길 가운데 하나는 화가 이중섭(1916-1956)을 기리기 위해 만든 이중섭 거리였다. 그 거리 구석구석을 걸으면서 나는 이중섭의 열정과 창의력, 외로움과
그리움, 방황과 헌신을 느낄 수 있었다.
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